Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 23:39:52 -0300
From: Matt Swimmers
Subject: Neighbour's Plight
Hey guys, been a while since my last story, but hopefully you think
the wait is worth it.
As always, send any comments/questions/complaints/typos/dirty
photos to subboyns@gmail.com. I love to hear from you guys, it makes
writing these all worthwhile. :)
The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading
this, or if consensual sex between two guys offends you, please don't read
on! Also, the sex in this story isn't safe sex, because fictional characters
can't get diseases. But you can, so always play safe!
I went out on my deck on a hot July afternoon, intending to get
some reading done. I guess the universe had other plans for me that day
though. Just as I sat in my deck chair and opened my book, I heard a door
opening. I looked over to see my neighbour's son, Greg, coming outside. I
caught my breath a little as the fifteen year old boy stepped out from his
side door shirtless, his surprisingly hairy chest and dark hair betraying
his Greek heritage. He had on a pair of small denim cut offs, tight on his
young toned body.
He smiled and waved at me, and I waved back like a good
neighbour. I was trying to ignore the stiffening I felt in my jogging
shorts, and hurriedly dove into my book. After a few pages it was obvious
that the teenaged meat next door was going to be a distraction, as he
started up his lawn mower and started to mow his lawn. Sure enough he
started to sweat, beads of moisture visible on his smooth muscular back as
he went back and forth across the lawn.
I went inside to grab a beer and calm myself. For one thing, nobody
around the neighbourhood really knew I was gay. To them, I was just a
single guy in his forties, living by himself in a nice house. When I had
guys over, if anyone saw, they assumed they were business partners or
friends, whatever. I smoothed down my black t-shirt before stepping back
outside into the sun.
Greg was still mowing his lawn, and I got a peak of a white
waistband above his small shorts as he bent down to pick something up. I
chugged back some beer and sat down, putting my book right over my face to
avoid the distraction.
Soon, I was drifting a little, the warm sun combined with my book
was just making me tired. I set my book down on my patio table and
stretched, ready for a nap. I took one last look at Greg, wiping sweat from
his brow, flash of his hairy armpit, sexy as all fucking hell. And then I
closed my eyes.
"Mr. Clarke?" I heard as I woke up.
"Hello? What?" I jumped up in my chair, looking up to see Greg
standing on my deck. He'd put a white wife-beater on, but it was so old and
tight that he might as well not be wearing it.
"Oh sorry!" He stammered, raising his hands in apology. "I didn't
realize you were sleeping. I thought you were just relaxing."
"Oh it's alright." I said with a yawn. "What brings you here?"
"I was wondering if you needed your lawn mowed." He smiled a
little, his face perfectly framed by his shoulder length dark hair and chin
strap beard. God, I couldn't grow a beard like that till I was almost 30,
and he was only 15!
"Oh sure Greg." I said as I stretched. "How's fifty bucks sound?"
"Really?" His blue eyes lit up. "I was only going to ask for
twenty." He blushed a little.
"Oh don't worry about it." I waved my hand.
"Thank you so much sir." He said with a little bow.
"How's your mother?" I asked.
"Well she's working two jobs now since my dad left." Greg said, his
voice dropping. "That's why I'm trying to make some extra cash, I want to
help her out."
"Oh wow Greg, that's very noble of you."
"Yeah, no real jobs around will hire a 15 year old." He said,
turning around. "I'll get started right away though, and if there's
anything else I can do for you, let me know. I'm good with gardens and
little repair jobs too. My dad taught me a little before he left."
His dad was a carpenter by trade, who had left Greg and his mother
Maria the previous summer. Apparently he'd been having an affair with a
woman who's house he was remodelling, and then they'd run away together to
Europe.
"I'll see if I can find something for you to do Greg." I said with
a smile. "Do you want a drink or anything?" I asked as I got up to get
myself another beer.
"Oh no, I have some water bottles already." He smiled.
"And you don't have to wear that shirt if you don't want to." I
said.
"Really? I thought it would be better if I looked a bit more
presentable." He laughed. "Guess it's not really much of a step up."
"Well I figured that's why you put it on. I don't really care,
we're both guys here." I said, patting him on the back. He took it off
quickly, and went down the steps to start working on my lawn. I sat back on
my chair and tried not to ogle him as he mowed the lawn. He did a pretty
good job though, and soon I was back into my book.
I heard him shut the mower off, he must be done the backyard. A
thought crossed my mind. A dirty thought. A VERY dirty thought. I got up
and went downstairs to talk to Greg.
"So how bad are things going with your mom, if you don't mind my
asking." I asked as he was winding up the cord to the mower.
"Pretty bad, she's got all of the bills paid, but just barely. We
eat enough too, but there's no money for new clothes, school supplies for
next year, anything else we might need." He said, his eyes getting a little
misty. "I'm sorry to burden you with that Mr. Clarke." He said.
"Oh no it's alright son." I said, putting my arm around him. I
could smell the scent of his cologne and sweat, mixing together in the
air. His body was warm with sweat as I touched him. "I just... have a
proposition for you."
"Oh?" He looked over at me.
"Well it would be a full time job for you, working for me." I chose
my words carefully.
"What would I have to do?" He asked excitedly.
"On paper, you'd be my office assistant."
"On paper?" He asked. "Well, what would I be doing?"
"Whatever you're ordered to..." I said quietly, my hand tracing
down his neck to his nipple, giving it a light pinch. His face looked
worried, but he didn't say anything.
"Anything I'm ordered to?" He whispered.
"Anything." I said, my hand moving down his chest, swirling my
finger around the waistband of his shorts. "And everything."
"What would the pay be?" He asked, his voice trembling. I knew I
had him now, and I could feel my cock rising in my shorts.
"Five hundred dollars a week, plus bonuses for extra special work."
I said, moving my hand back up and running it through his sweaty
hair. "It's up to you Greg, it would be a big help to your mother, and I
might even give you some extra spending cash."
"That's almost as much as mom makes." He closed his eyes and was
trembling on the spot. "When do you want me to start?" He managed to ask. I
smiled.
"Good answer son." I said, reaching down to grab his ass through
his tiny denim shorts. He gave a little yelp, but stayed in place as I
grabbed his sweet bubble butt. "As soon as possible." I said.
"I'm ready whenever you are." He said, his eyes opening again. He
looked terrified, but it just made it hotter to me. I leaned in and kissed
his lips, prying them apart with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around him
and pushed him into the shade underneath of my deck. I could hear him
trying to protest, and his body was rigid with fright. But as I held him
against the wall, I felt his body give in. The tension dropped away and he
melted into my embrace.
"Very good boy." I mumbled as I pulled my tongue from his
mouth. "Let's see what's underneath of these little shorts." I said,
roughly undoing his cut offs and pushing them down around his hairy
thighs. He had on a pair of small white briefs on underneath, and was
blushing as I admired them.
"Most of my boxers are in the wash, I wore these old things today
because I didn't think anyone would see them." He stammered.
"Oh no son, these are fucking hot. I can't wait to see you get hard
in them." I said, licking my lips and rubbing his crotch. His prick was
already half hard, but I was going to get it the entire way there. "You're
never going to wear boxers again if I have anything to say about it."
He whimpered a little as I licked down his neck to his nipples,
enjoying the salty tang of his chest. A left a trail of spit down his chest
as I licked and bit at each of his pink nipples. He winced and gasped each
time my teeth grazed them, but his cock was fully hard in his briefs now. I
had no idea how they were containing his cock to be honest, not that it was
overly large, probably around six and a half inches and a reasonable
thickness, but his old briefs were so tiny on him.
I grabbed his arm and spun him around, admiring his ass in the
small underwear. I gave his ass a few quick slaps. "Yeah baby, gonna spank
you." I chuckled as I pulled his cut offs to the ground.
"What if someone sees us out here?" He asked quietly.
"You just can't wait to get into my bed, can you?" I sneered at
him, giving his ass another slap. I saw the side of his face blush a deep
red.
"I'm not gay you know." He said defiantly.
"I don't give a fuck what you are." I said as I slapped his pretty
ass again. "As long as you do as you're told son."
"Son? Should I call you daddy?" He asked sarcastically.
I grabbed a handful of his black hair and jerked his head back. He
let out a cry of pain as I brought his head to my face. "Why yes son, you
should call me daddy." I took my free hand and massaged his hard cock
through his briefs again. "Or sir, or master. Or whatever the fuck else I
tell you to call me, understood boy?"
"Yes sir." He barked, his eyes watering.
"And no more back talk, understood?"
"Yes sir." He whimpered.
"Good, I'd hate to have to punish you any more than I already plan
to." I chuckled, giving his balls a hard squeeze through his briefs. I saw
him grit his teeth and try not to cry out.
I pushed his shorts off completely. "Let's get inside." I said,
pushing him towards the deck. He scampered up it quickly and practically
dashed inside the house. It was a pretty slim chance that anyone would see
us, since I lived at the end of the street. The only house that could
possibly see us was his own, but he was embarrassed enough I guess. I
grabbed my stiff prick through my shorts and smiled, it was going to be a
good summer.
He was standing in my kitchen, his arms around his chest, looking
nervous as hell as I stepped through the door and shucked my t-shirt. I was
in pretty good shape for my age, and even hairier than Greg was. We stared
at each other for a few seconds before I approached him. I saw him swallow
in fear, but I embraced him nonetheless, pushing him up against the wall
and kissing him.
I pulled his arms up above his head and held him there, his arm
muscles taut as he tried not to struggle. I could feel his hard cock still
through his briefs, rubbing up against my own tented package in my shorts.
"Fuck you've got me hard baby." I sighed in his ear, licking his
neck. "And for someone who said he wasn't gay you're awfully hard." I
grinned, inches from his face.
He blushed again and tried to look away. "Well if you rub my dick
it's going to get hard..."
"Well keep it hard for me son." I went in for a quick kiss. "I
don't care if you're thinking of some slut's pussy from your school, I want
that cock hard as a rock, understood."
"Yes sir." He said, still not making eye contact.
"Look at me faggot!" I cursed as I slapped him lightly across the
face.
"What the fuck?" He said as he turned to face me. I slapped him a
little harder.
"Remember your place boy." I said, pushing him to the ground. "Kiss
my feet!"
"What?"
I grabbed a handful of hair and turned his face up towards
me. Ignoring his moans of pain, I pushed his face down towards my bare
feet. He struggled a little, but I shoved his face down onto my foot.
"Open your fucking mouth." I ordered him, and the warm wet feeling
on the top of my foot let me know he'd listened. "Now the other one." He
knelt there, and moved to my other foot, kissing it quickly. I yanked him
to his feet and pinched his nipples hard. "From now on you better fucking
listen to me fag boy, otherwise you're in for much worse, understood?"
"Yes sir." He whimpered. I pulled him to my bedroom down the hall,
and tossed him roughly onto my bed. I dropped my shorts, exposing my black
boxer briefs, and crawled onto the bed next to him. We were laying face to
face, and I pulled him towards me, kissing him and slipping my hands into
the back of his briefs.
I let out a sigh of pleasure as he started to kiss back. "That's
right baby." I mumbled, going back for more of his delicious teenaged
mouth. His furry ass cheeks were hard and muscled underneath of my groping
hands.
I rolled him over after that, his back against my chest. My hands
found his nipples and his package, and I groped him as I licked his ear.
"So tell me boy, you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes sir. Her name is Julie." He sighed.
"What's she look like?"
"Short, blonde. Cute I guess."
"You fucked her yet?"
"Not yet."
"Why not? A stud like you should be swimming in pussy." I said as I
licked down his neck.
"She's blown me a few times, and we make out all the time."
"She do anything special for you?"
"Like what?" He asked.
"Well I don't know son, any fetishes? What turns you on?"
"Well..."
"Come on son, you can tell your daddy." I said as I snaked my hand
into his briefs, finally feeling his cock in my hand. He was uncut, and
soaked with precum.
"Well I really like girls in lingerie." He blurted out
suddenly. "And I bought her some nice stuff that she wears for me when she
gets the chance."
"Ahh.. there we go. Just think son, daddy is going to do the same
thing for you." I jacked his cock slowly, pushing his briefs down to let
his dick free.
"Really?" He asked meekly.
"Of course. Maybe not lingerie, although maybe I should get some
panties for you or something. You faggots like that, right?" I smirked as I
tucked his cock back into his briefs and rolled him back facing me.
"I feel exposed enough in these." He said.
"Oh we can get much skimpier than that." I said with a smile.
"Really?" He asked nervously.
"MUCH skimpier." I said, leaning in to kiss him again.
I must have laid there with him for almost half an hour, just
rubbing, kissing and licking his body. Greg kept letting out noises of
pleasure as I explored his body, slowly taking off his briefs and leaving
no small part of him untouched. As I brought my tongue to his asshole, he
tried to wriggle away at first, but I held him down and introduced him to
his first rimjob.
"Oh my god!" He shouted out, before biting down on his bottom
lip. I shoved his legs back behind his head and admired his tight hole and
furry cheeks.
"So nothing's ever been inside of this, eh baby?" I asked, my
finger tracing around his hole.
"N..no sir." He stammered.
"Well I can't wait to be the first." I said, slowly going down and
licking at his puckered hole. He must have been terrified. It's not every
day a teenaged boy gets told he's going to get fucked in the ass. But from
the noises he was making, my tongue fucking had him distracted for the
moment.
"That feels amazing..." He sighed.
"I know son, can't wait for you to do it to me." I smirked down at
him. He averted his eyes but I didn't care. There would be time enough for
me to get pleasure out of him. I put his legs back down so he was laying on
his back, and moved to straddle his chest.
His eyes looked up at my tented, wet boxers as they were now only
an inch from his face. I smirked down at him again and grabbed his hair,
bringing his face to my crotch.
"Suck on it boy. Get them nice and soaked." He made noises like he
didn't want to, but it's not like he had much choice on the matter. Soon he
was sucking and licking at my tented boxers like his life depended on
it. When I'd had enough of that, I pushed my boxers down, letting my eight
inch cock flop out and land on Greg's face. Precum leaked from my foreskin,
leaving a trail down his cheek.
"Now suck on daddy's cock boy." I grunted, shoving my cock inside
of his mouth. He choked a little at first, but I grabbed his hair and made
him take it all, till his nose was buried in my pubes. "Oh fuck yeah, take
it all bitch." I groaned, starting to fuck his throat.
He got used to it quickly enough, his beautiful lips making love to
my dick. I could have sworn it wasn't his first time, but I chalked it up
to him being a quick learner. I took it out of his mouth to let him
breathe, and slapped him across the cheek a few times with my cock.
"You love sucking that daddy cock, don't you cunt?" I hissed.
"Yes sir."
"Tell me."
"I... love sucking your cock daddy." He said quietly.
"Louder bitch!" I growled, slapping him with my wet cock again.
"I love sucking your cock daddy!" He said loudly, turning a bright
shade of red.
"Then get back to fucking work." I sneered, shoving it back in his
mouth. He whimpered, but kept sucking. I bucked my hips back and forth,
watching my cock disappear into his mouth. After a few more minutes, I took
it out and rubbed it on his cheek.
"You going to swallow daddy's load?" I asked.
"If you want me to sir."
"I'm still not sure where I want to put it son, you're such a good
cum dump after all." I rubbed my precum into his cheek some more, and down
his chin. "But I think I do want you to swallow it, you have to get a taste
for it after all." I said, slowly sticking it back into his mouth. I was
close to cumming now, so I took a handful of his hair and started to really
fuck his mouth hard.
"Oh god baby, daddy loves fucking your face." I groaned, feeling my
orgasm inching closer. To my surprise, his hands came up from beside him,
and started to grab at my ass, pushing my cock deeper into his throat. That
sent me over the edge.
I roared and gripped his hair harder, shoving my cock as far down
his throat as it would go. And then I shot my head back and screamed as I
started to cum, feeling my cock spasm in his mouth as my huge load shot
inside.
"Yeah!" I cried. "Swallow that you little cunt! God!" I panted as
the last of my jizz dribbled out onto his chin. I collapsed beside him and
pulled him against me, kissing him and tasting my cum on his tongue.
"That was fucking intense son." I said as I felt his body up some
more. His cock was soft again, but it started to come alive in my hands.
"Glad you enjoyed it sir. How was I?" He asked, embarrassed.
"You were fucking fantastic." I said, going in for another
kiss. His cock was hard again now. I took his briefs I'd discarded earlier
and wrapped them around his cock, then started to jerk it.
"When was the last time you came son?"
"Last night." He sighed.
"In bed?"
"Yes sir."
"Naked?"
"In my boxers."
"Even better." I said, leaning in for a kiss. "Watching porn? Or
just fantasizing?"
"Just fantasizing."
"About?"
"One of my teachers, Mrs. Anderson." He blushed again. God that was
cute. I could sense his body was tightening up so I slowed down my hand.
"What happened? Fucking her on the desk at school?"
"Exactly." He grinned, closing his eyes.
"And lemme guess? Some sort of lingerie involved? Her bra still on?
Her panties just pushed to the side while you fuck her?"
"Yes sir." He sighed, his hips bucking up and down now, like he was
fucking my hand. "Black lace."
"Nice boy." I started to speed up my hand again. "Guess I'll have
to get something like that for you."
"What?"
"Some nice black lace panties?" I jerked even faster. "So I can
push them aside before I ram my cock into your pussy?" He was getting even
closer now, so I reached down with my free hand and started to stroke his
hole.
"Oh! Oh god!" He said, his back jumping up off of the bed. "Oh
fuck!" He cried out as he started to cum. He bit his lip again and cried
out as he shot his load into his briefs.
When he calmed down, I handed him the briefs. "Put these on."
"Right now?" He asked.
"Do it boy." I said sternly. He quickly slipped his now cum soaked
briefs back on. "There." I said, patting his damp ass. "Good as new."
"Thank you sir." He said, eyes downcast.
"Now let's relax for a bit." I said, pulling him close to me. We
just laid there together for a while. Eventually I heard soft snoring
coming from Greg. The little bastard had fallen asleep in my arms.
I enjoyed the feeling for a little while, but soon had to wake him
up.
"Oh sorry." He mumbled.
"It's alright, I must have tired you out." I winked and gave his
ass a squeeze. "What time is your mother getting home?"
"Five."
"So you've got half an hour to get home and get a shower." I said.
"Oh shit." He jumped up out of the bed. "Do you mind if I leave
sir?" He asked, realizing his position.
"Of course not. Go home."
"Should I tell my mom about our deal?"
"Tell her the official story, about you being my assistant." I
said, getting up.
"Well, of course. Would be kind of embarrassing to tell her the
real story." He said. "What time should I be back tomorrow?" He asked.
"Afternoonish is fine with me. Say, 2 PM?"
"Sounds good sir. Thank you again. This means a lot to me. I may
not love how I have to do it, but there's worse jobs out there I guess." He
stammered a little, but I got the message.
"Glad you enjoyed it son."
"Well. You give a pretty good handjob." He said, blushing harder
than I'd seen all day. I had to laugh at that one.
"And you give a great blowjob. Now give me a kiss." I said, pulling
him close to me for a final kiss. I sent him on his way and went to get a
drink. What an afternoon it had been!
I grabbed a shower myself and got back into my shorts and a clean
black t-shirt. I was just about to call and order a pizza for dinner when I
heard a loud knock at the front door. I went to answer it, and Maria,
Greg's mother was standing there, looking stern. There were tears in her
eyes.
My heart started to race. Did Greg tell her what had happened? What
had REALLY happened? I was about to back away when she threw her arms in
the air and burst into tears.
"My saviour!" She cried, throwing her arms around me.
"Maria!" I said, patting her on the back. "Come inside before the
neighbours think you're crazy." I laughed.
She laughed too as she wiped tears from her eyes. "I have to thank
you John." She said, her voice full of emotion. "Greg told me about how you
took pity on him, how you offered him a job. It breaks my heart that my boy
has to work to help me, but it fills me with joy that we have such kindness
in the world." I led her to the living room where she sat down in a chair.
"Well, what's the point in having money if you can't share it?" I
shrugged my shoulders, trying to sound nonchalant. "Besides, Greg is a good
boy. And a very hard worker." I laughed inwardly.
"Oh my, you must come over for dinner." She said, jumping up and
grabbing my arm.
"Oh no I was about to order a pizza." I protested.
"I insist!" She put her foot down. "It is the least I can do for
the man who is saving my family."
"OK, I'll be over in twenty minutes?" I asked.
"Of course! I'll tell Greg to get out the good china!" She said,
whirling away and practically skipping back to her house. I had hoped to
not make things too awkward for Greg at first. Guess that was out the
window now. I went upstairs to change into something more appropriate.
I decided on a red dress shirt and some dark jeans, then headed
over to Maria's place for what I was sure was going to be a great meal, if
not an awkward one. I grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack and headed
next door.
Greg answered the door, wearing a white dress shirt and black
pants. His hair had a bit of pomade in it and was slicked back.
"Oh hello Greg. What's the occasion?" I smiled.
"My mother thinks you're the second coming of Christ." He said,
rolling his eyes. "And wants me to dress up for this."
"Oh I'm sorry. My mother was the same way." I said, patting him on
the shoulder.
"It would have been better to stay at your place for dinner. Even
if you would have made me eat naked or something." He said. I was too
stunned for a minute to respond, but had to laugh.
"Seriously dude, she's gone crazy." He said, ushering me inside.
"Oh hello!" I heard Maria call from the kitchen. She waved at me.
"I brought some wine." I said, coming into the kitchen. She grabbed
it, put it on the table and gave me another hug. Oh boy.
"Thank you so much. Dinner will be a little while longer, why
doesn't Greg give you a tour?" She suggested.
"It's the same house mom, all the houses on the street are." He
said.
"Oh show our guest... your boss..." She said with a
smile. "...around the house!"
"Come on." Greg said, rolling his eyes again. This would have been
comical had I not been caught in the middle of it. He took me upstairs,
pointing out closed doors where a bathroom was, and his mother's room.
"This is my room." He said, pushing a door open. It looked like a
typical teenaged boys room, a few dirty clothes on the floor, computer
desk, posters of rock bands on the walls. "Nothing to see here."
"Oh no let's stop and wait here for a minute." I said, pushing past
him and going inside the room. "These are cute." I said, picking up a pair
of neatly folded silk boxers off of the bed, black with red lip prints on
them. He blushed of course.
"I sleep in those." He said quickly, almost grabbing them from me
and tossing them back onto the bed.
"They're cute, I'll have to see you in them sometime." I winked.
"Oh please don't start any of that when my mom is downstairs." He
pleaded with me.
"Oh stop worrying son. All I want to see is your underwear
collection."
"It's over here." He pointed at a drawer, which I came over to. The
usual stuff was on top, plaid boxers and a few pairs of boxer
briefs. Underneath there was the older looking briefs like I'd seen on him
earlier and a few more pairs of the silk boxers.
"You always sleep in those?" I asked.
"Yes sir." He said, embarrassed.
"Nothing to be ashamed of son, I have quite a few pairs of them
myself." I smiled. "And stop worrying, I'm not going to do anything while
your mother is in the house."
"Thank you sir." He said graciously.
"But maybe I should come over here tomorrow afternoon instead,
would love to see a little underwear fashion show here." I said with a
smile as I closed the drawer.
"Whatever you like sir." He said through gritted teeth.
"Good boy." I gave his ass a quick slap as he headed for the
door. The house was full of the smells of cooking as we went back to the
kitchen.
"Dinners on!" Maria called from the kitchen.
A few hours later I was back home in bed, slowly jacking my cock
and remembering the things I'd done with Greg, and what more I would love
to do with him tomorrow. As I did, an amusing thought came to my mind. I
knew exactly what I would do the next day.
I awoke early and showered, getting dressed in a pair of my own
silk boxers (navy blue) under my track pants and a white t-shirt. I watched
until I saw Maria leaving to go to work, then I stepped outside, pretending
to grab my morning paper.
"Morning Maria!" I called and waved.
"Oh good morning!" She smiled.
"Hey, is Greg busy?" I asked, heading over to chat with her. "I
have some paperwork the office wants me to get him to fill out."
"Busy?" She scoffed. "He's still in bed asleep."
"Oh!" I laughed. "I won't bother him then."
"Actually, hold on a second." She said, heading to the door and
beckoning for me to follow. I went inside and she grabbed a key off of the
ledge by the front door. "This is a spare key I had made a while back, it's
yours now."
"Oh Maria, this is a little much..."
"Not at all. It might do the boy some good to wake up early and do
an honest day's work for a change!" She laughed. "Come and go as you
please, and feel free to go wake him up now."
"I might do that." I smiled at her and led her back to the car. I
waved until she was out of sight down the block, then stepped back
inside. I smiled to myself as I locked the door behind me and headed up the
stairs.
I opened the door to Greg's bedroom slowly and looked inside. He
was asleep on his stomach, no sheets covering his almost nude body. I
admired the curve of his ass in his tight silk boxers as I groped myself
through my pants. I took off my shirt and pants, and stepped into the room.